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teetering pile of books, he rushed to help me.
    “Thank you. Those were heavy,” I said. My arms felt like wet noodles as I handed them over.
    “Heavy with knowledge,” Carl said with a wink. I laughed.
    “Agreed.”
    We got the books in the car, and Carl looked at me for direction.
    “The park,” I said. With that, he pulled something out of the glove box and handed it back to me. A loaf of bread. Of course.
    “I also have a blanket for you to sit on if you’d like.” Well, he’d just thought of everything. Or Fin had.
    “That would be great.”
    “And if you’d like anything to eat or drink, just say the word. I know the location of several nearby coffee shops.” Having a map of the city in your head was probably an occupational hazard of being a chauffeur. It would come in handy, though.
    “Thanks so much, that would be great.” We headed to the park, and I said I’d really like a cup of Earl Grey tea to have with me while I read one of my books and fed the ducks. He said he’d be back in a moment, and I headed toward the pond.
    I pulled out my phone and took a picture of my blanket spread out, the loaf of bread, the book, and sent it to Fin.
    He answered right away. Looks like perfection.
    It was perfection. Well, almost. If he were here with me, it would be. But you can’t always get what you want. You can get pretty damn close though.
     

     
    I ended up falling asleep at the park. My book wasn’t boring, but between the sun and the relaxation, it just happened.
    The sound of children playing near me was what woke me up. I checked my phone and saw that I hadn’t wasted too much time with my nap. Well, if a nap could be called wasting time.
    It had been a few hours since breakfast, and I was starting to get hungry for lunch. I bet Fin had something similar planned for me, but what I really wanted was fish tacos from a food truck, just like we had on our first date. God, that had been so long ago.
    I packed up the blanket and the book, tossed the empty bread bag in the trash, and texted Carl. He drove up in a moment.
    “What, did you just sit in the car and wait for me?” I asked as he held the door.
    He grinned. “It’s a nice day off for me as well. I was just catching up on some things,” he said with a wink. I saw a stack of papers and magazines in the front seat.
    “Well, I’m happy you could get a day off, even if you have to drive me around.”
    “It’s a pleasure. Where to now?”
    My stomach growled, which answered his question. Without another word, he handed me a list. At the top was the current location of the food trucks. They tended to all go to one area like a caravan. Thankfully, there was a schedule of where they were on what day so you didn’t have to wander the city looking for them.
    “To the food trucks!” I said, thrusting my fist in the air. Carl laughed and pulled out into traffic.

I ended up sharing my lunch with Carl. It felt weird to eat by myself while he sat in the car. I chatted some more with him about his kids and his wife, and his life outside of driving people around.
    “You’re so good for him, Miss Marisol. He was unhappy for so many years. I’ve known him since he was a child, and he wasn’t happy, even then.” I wondered what Carl had seen. He wouldn’t tell me, even if I asked. I had the distinct impression he’d signed documents to keep his mouth shut. Not to mention his own sense of loyalty to the Herald family.
    “What was Fin like as a teenager?” I saw some pictures Rory showed me. His awkward phase had been especially awkward.
    “Like most teenage boys, I suppose. Didn’t want to talk to anyone about anything. And he’d only give you one-word answers. I didn’t talk to him much during those years.” I bet. I’d been pretty much the same way, but I didn’t have a terrible father like he did.
    I was on the cusp of asking him about Fin’s father. But I didn’t.
    “You’re thinking awful hard, Miss Marisol,” Carl said as I